I can sense something that is comeing
from over the hills and far away
only few things can keep it at bay
from over the hill i could hear humming
the the water seemed like it was strumming
all i could feel was the dry burning clay
this keeps happining day after day
it sounds like a constant drumming
and the sometimes the days never end
I just keep walking with unresting eyes
I always walk by the very same stream
as hard as I try it will never bend
and this same little girl who always cries
before I realize its only a dream.